Not Yours Anymore, I'm The Lycan King's Luna

Moe’s POV “Please, baby… please stop crying before your father comes and decides we both ruined his life again.” My voice came out hoarse and exhausted, like sandpaper dragged across concrete. The crying softened into tiny hiccups as my son finally latched onto my breast. Honestly? Smart kid. At this point, I looked one inconvenience away from evaporating into stress dust. Milk dribbled down the corner of his tiny mouth onto my shirt, joining the collection of stains already decorating my clothes. Breast milk. Baby spit-up. Coffee from yesterday morning. Maybe mashed banana from two days ago. Motherhood was glamorous as hell. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes for exactly three seconds before panic punched me in the chest again. Shit. I was late. Again. The digital clock on the nightstand glared at me like it personally paid my bills. 7:42 AM. Damien was going to lose his mind. He preferred emotional warfare. ‘Lazy. Useless. Embarrassing.’;Those were his favorite words for me lately. My stomach twisted hard enough to hurt. I looked down at my son again, and my chest squeezed so tight it became difficult to breathe. Six months of sleepless nights. Six months of being treated like a stray dog in my own marriage. Six months of Damien pretending our son didn’t exist. The crazy part? He had my husband’s entire face. But Damien still called him a bastard. I brushed my fingers gently over my baby’s soft hair. “You know,” I whispered, “when I imagined motherhood, I thought there’d be more sleeping involved.” My baby blinked at me solemnly like he understood every word. At least one man in this house listened to me. My laugh came out weak. God, I was tired. A Luna working the lowest work in the pack was outrageous but— “If you want to live under my roof,” Damien had told me after the baby was born, “you’ll contribute something useful.” Useful right? Because apparently carrying his child for nine months wasn’t productive enough. The sad thing was… I still remembered the version of him I fell in love with, enough to make me stupid and love him more. Now he looked at me like I was a problem he regretted not solving sooner. My son pulled away from my breast with a tiny sigh, blinking up at me with bright silver eyes. Damien’s exact eyes. My chest cracked open with love anyway. “You’re too good for this family,” I murmured softly. Just then the bedroom door slammed open so hard it hit the wall. I flinched instantly as Damien's scent hit me. He walked into the room. Tall. Broad shoulders. Black Henley stretched across muscle like the shirt was losing a fight. My stupid traitorous heart still noticed all of it. What really terrified me, though, was the smile on his face. Damien smiling was never good news. Then someone stepped in behind him. Laura. I went completely still. Of course. Beautiful, grieving Laura. The Beta’s widow. Damien’s late cousin’s wife. The woman my husband suddenly spent an alarming amount of time with after the rogue war last year. Every instinct I had hated her. “Oh,” I said slowly, staring at her. “You brought company home before breakfast. That’s new.” Laura immediately lowered her eyes like the patron saint of fake humility. Damien’s expression hardened the second he looked at me. “There’s an attitude in your voice already, Moe,” he said flatly. “There’s a random woman in my house already, Damien.” His jaw ticked. “My house,” he corrected coldly. Right? The house I cleaned. The house I barely slept in. The house where I walked on eggshells twenty-four hours a day. He glanced at the clock. “Shouldn’t you be at work instead of sitting around?” I stared at him in disbelief. “I was feeding your son.” “My son?” he said with a humorless laugh. “Still pushing that fantasy?” The words hit harder than they should’ve after six months. Maybe because deep down, some pathetic piece of me still hoped one day he’d look at the baby and finally see himself. Laura stepped forward carefully. “Damien, don’t fight with her because of me.” Her voice was soft and delicate and rehearsed within an inch of its life. “I just thought maybe Moe could use help with the baby. She looks exhausted.” I almost laughed. There it was. The insult hidden inside fake concern. She wanted me to react. Wanted Damien to defend her. Unfortunately for her, sleep deprivation had burned away my patience months ago. “How thoughtful,” I said dryly. “Should I thank you with flowers or just hand over my marriage directly?” Laura blinked. Damien’s eyes turned dangerously sharp. “Watch your mouth.” “No, you watch yours,” I snapped before I could stop myself. “You bring her into my house every other day and expect me to smile through it?” The room went deadly silent. Even my baby stopped fussing. Laura’s eyes widened slightly like she couldn’t believe I’d finally grown a spine. Honestly? Neither could I. Damien took one slow step toward me then another. The dominance rolling off him hit my wolf instantly. “You’re getting bold lately,” he said quietly. Bad sign. Very bad sign. I lifted my chin anyway because at this point humiliation was basically part of my daily skincare routine. “I’m getting tired lately.” His eyes flashed gold. Laura moved quickly between us with fake panic written all over her face. “Please don’t fight because of me—” “You see this?” Damien barked, pointing at her. “This is what kindness looks like. She lost her husband and still behaves with more grace than you.” I laughed once bitterly “Congratulations to her.” “Moe,” he warned. “No, seriously.” I stood carefully, adjusting my baby against my chest. “Maybe you should marry Laura instead since you clearly enjoy defending her more than your own wife.” The second the words left my mouth, I knew I’d gone too far. Damien moved so fast I barely saw him. His hand wrapped around my arm hard enough to bruise instantly. Pain shot through me. “Damien,” I hissed, trying not to jostle the baby. “You’re hurting me.” “You don’t speak to me like that.” “You don’t get to humiliate me and expect silence either!” His face darkened with pure Alpha rage. “You forget who you’re talking to.” “No,” I whispered shakily. “I remember exactly who I married.” SLAP! The slap came so fast my vision exploded white. Pain burst across my cheek. I stumbled backward with a gasp— And my baby slipped from my arms at once. “No!” Time slowed. His tiny body hit the floor with a sickening thud as he let out a loud cry. Something inside me shattered. I dropped to my knees so fast they slammed painfully against the hardwood floor. “Oh my….God I’m sorry—” Tears blurred my vision as I scooped him up against my chest. A bruise was already forming near his tiny temple. My breathing turned ragged as my entire body went numb. Laura suddenly stepped closer, her face carefully arranged into concern. “Oh my God, let me see him—” She reached for my son. ”Don't touch him!” I slapped her hand away instantly. Not hard because it was barely a shove. But Laura gasped dramatically and collapsed onto the floor like she’d been launched by a truck. Tears immediately filled her eyes. “I was only trying to help…” I stared at her in disbelief. Academy Award-winning performance. Damien didn’t even hesitate. His hand closed around my throat as he pushed me back and my back slammed against the wall. I gasped violently as panic exploded through me. “Damien—” “How dare you touch her?” His voice shook the room. His Alpha power crashed into me so heavily my knees nearly gave out. I clawed weakly at his wrist while trying to keep my baby secure against my chest. “I—I didn’t—” “She’s pregnant for me you i***t!” The words cracked through the room like lightning and everything stopped. Laura looked down instantly, pretending shame. Pregnant? The word echoed inside my skull over and over again. Tears blurred my vision as a horrifying truth finally clicked into place. Damien wasn’t cruel because he hated me. He was cruel because one day, he planned to replace me and I and my son was a stumbling block.